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The Book of Change
Wednesday, 31 October 2007
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I've taken a break from training this last couple of days. Instead, Ellyana and I have raced around the N'rolav desert, seeing who can find the most glowies. And as usual, Ellyana won our games. Still, the forfeit for losing is something I'm glad to pay.
As in the past, back in the days where we hunted and farmed and played our games on midnight beach, Ellyana seems to attract more creatures than I, and seems to have a better chance of gaining a glowie from a kill. I think the creatures of this land just prefer female adventurers. Maybe I should wear a dress when I farm, perhaps that would help!
It's been, on the whole, a good couple of days, running around without the pressures of training, laughing and matching wits with other members of the guild. Everyone has been affected by the spirit and fun of the festival season, it appears ....
Except for one. As ever, Ellyana's 'friend' continues to play his tricks on her. Now he has taken it upon himself to remind her of the nightmares and terrors of her past. Why he wishes to continue in these practices I do not know. He knows he will get few if any responses from my lady, and this he takes as a sign that she does not want to continue what he sees as a friendship.
Why the gods permit this odious little creature to exist in the lands is beyond me It must be terrible to be so alone, so friendless, such a twisted miserable being that the only way to achieve a response from anyone is to attempt to drag them down into the same bleak cesspit of nothingness which they themselves must inhabit.
I've been doing all I can to keep Ellyana out of the darkness into which this person attempts to drag her. I just have to pray it is enough. As for the other person ... well I don't give a thought for him, except insofar as seeing the harm he does my lady. Maybe some day, we will discover why he keeps up this campaign against Ellyana, though I have the feeling that any reasons he has would make no sense to anyone with an ounce of reason or humanity. We shall see.